┌ ꒰⍉꒱─ "Now this is the point- you fancy me a mad. But madmen know nothing.".
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Vivienna Elrod is having vivid dreams of a boy with long hair and a messy art studio- so vivid, in fact, she gets dragged right into his school; Nevermore Academy. Wit...
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╭ ❛ you're the only friend i need sharing beds like little kids and laughing till' our ribs get tough but that will never be enough
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CHAPTER TWO RIBS
THERE IS something inherently cruel about being female. You are never forgiven for wanting, and you are never allowed to be unapologetically you. Vivienna's father never wanted her to shout; for fear she was too loud, too raucous. If she'd been born a son, he'd have told her to shout louder, for the world only wants to hear what a man has to say.
Despite this, there is something inherently beautiful about being female as well. For a boy will never understand the story of the traveling hair-tie; the band on your wrist you did not purchase, and neither did the girl who lent it to you. A man could never understand the inner-workings of a sleepover of only girls; girls who are not afraid to gossip and giggle and unabashedly admire the color of glittery pink nail polish. A male will never know it takes a village; a male will never know that we were born into one.
Vivienna liked being a girl very much— she liked dresses and skirts and high heeled boots because of their feminine attributes, and the material of the satin and silk as it swishes about her legs. She loved the feeling of sitting in front of a vanity mirror, lights scorching her irises as she pats on a bit of concealer.
